“On its own, having escaped my grasp, the spool I had loosed was unwinding.”
“And then, despite all these concerns, Arnette felt her mind begin to loosen, the images of the day unwinding inside her like a spool of thread, pulling her down into sleep.”
“She was the clock, a clock that had lost its key, unwinding in the dark.”
“If I had even the slightest grasp upon my own faculties, I would not make essays, I would make decisions.”
“All my sins were trapped between its covers. And the damn thing just wouldn’t go away. I’d tried to escape culpability, and my culpability had had the nerve to take on a life of its own and hunt me.”
“I was trying to find a reason for having had to escape from the place that was my home. To convince myself of my choices, I had to make it a place that everyone should want to escape from.”